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UCKY shot!" was the parting salutation of the wireless man on the Saxonia to Micky as she slid into the darkness. “Never come as near as that again!”

“Thanks!” answered our friend. “I can do without. So long!”

But it must be admitted that he was quite wabbly as he made his way to the ladder and descended to the deck, in response to an instinctive feeling that the passengers who sat at his table were somehow entitled to his encouragement. He found the second-cabin saloon crowded with a gesticulating and chattering mob of heterogeneous persons, each telling why it had happened and how near they had come to being sunk. A Baptist missionary from Ceylon was vainly endeavoring to organize a prayer meeting, while a commercial traveler from At